When you say "bursts through your door" did you mean house door..or the room you're currently in. If it's the room I'm currently in, I'd probably die since I have my back to the door laying down all lazy. If it's my house door...I'd probably live since people are upstairs and I'd hear their screams giving me a chance to grab my bat and gtfo.

I will probably be ok for at least 25 or so zombies considering my 12 guage is hanging on my wall about 4 feet from me with a full box of BBB but that is all i have in my room, if i can shoot my way to my garage where the rest of my ammo is i may be able to make it out alive. of course it always seems easier in theory

Maybe if you could get the gun in it's eye it'd do something. Trust me, a pellet gun can't kill people. I tried. Not really,but almost. I shot my cousin in the eye when were practicing. We liked to go out in the woods and have little wars. He wasn't wearing a mask and I accidentally got him in the eye.

It makes them stiff,but somehow the bastards can still move. Maybe that's why they kinda drag their feet along. I'm just gonna go read the zombie survival guide again to make sure. Some of that **** is so crazy it might just work.

However, if a zombie came shuffling into my room, first thing i'd do is grab the dagger that's in the end table next to my bed, second, i'd kick that ****** in the chest cavity, knocking it down, and third, shove said dagger in it's eye socket, and get eaten by the rest of the zombies as i'm too involved killing this one.

Ive been waiting for this chance all my life.
Grab reinforced plastic Darth Maul Dual Sided Light saber, smash it over its head in a quick thrust of freedom.
Down goes the first zombie, but more spill in through the double french doors leading to the office.
My skills shall finally be put to the test.
I swing my majestic murder mace through the air, crushing the pathetic communist zombies before me.
Obama and SEAL Team 6 smash through my windows, guns blazing and flame throwers flaming hotter than a homosexual in San Francisco.
Dozens more of the undead pour out of the hallway, and as we are about to be overrun...

There, at the far end of the hall shines a heavenly light..
"You cant flim flam the Zim Zamm"
Our angelic savior releases a magical note from his golden through of freedom and heroism.
The undead, too impure for such beauty and love, all reel back in horror as one by one they burst into flames and explode.
Before we can shower our hero in praise and love, he disappears in the most beautiful sunset i have ever laid eyes upon...